What is the best way to write a poetic duet?

This was written by myself and Sin. We decided to see if we could communicate in metered rhyme and what you see here is the results of a couple of days emails, writing 2 tetrameter stanzas per email. (D) precedes my writing, (S) precedes the writing of Sin. It was fun, and proves that poets don't have to compete. I find I like this form very much, and next time will try with a different format. Maybe sonnets.

Dondi and Sin's Duet

(D)

To talk to you in rhyme this way,

And listen to the words you say.

Could give us fun and happy times,

While we still talk in metered rhymes.

If you would like to try a few,

Then add to this a verse or two.

Then send it back from whence it came,

And then for you I'll do the same.

(S)

I'd like to give this game a try,

If you can rhyme then so can I.

And so I'll send my lines to you,

To see what next your pen will do.

I see the metered count is eight,

At least for now at any rate.

Do you suppose that count will change?

(Metered rhyme has quites a range.)

(D)

A subject now we need to find,

Duet to please poetic mind.

A song that both of us may sing,

It could become a wondrous thing.

Your beauty I could here expound,

With words that do not make a sound.

Until I speak them all aloud,

To lift your spirits to a cloud.

(S)

Yet beauty is as beauty does,

And once it's gone, it never was.

So let's find something deeper friend,

As beauty will most surely end.

And how could I duet with you,

In beauty mine (however true).

And still claim modesty as mine?

So topic still we must define.

(D)

Your words are heeded as I write,

Alas, no topic is in sight.

What will I write for you to read?

Which ego should I try to feed.

With happy words or words of dark,

Or words of walking in the park.

This thing will grow huge by and by,

And we won't have to even try.

(S)

I fear this prophesy is true,

A garden grown by me and you.

With blooms of words to our delight,

That speak of things grown by the light.

For poetry is such a flower,

Words that give our thoughts such power.

That even on this blank white page,

One can smell the Rose and Sage.

(D)

Our poem written as duet,

May be the best that's written yet.

I do not know if it's been done,

This may well be the only one.

We wrote this with eight beats per line,

It fits with boogie music fine.

I'll play my guitar, you can sing,

We'll cut a record with this thing.

(S)

And when this record hits the air,

Will people dance without a care?

And tap their toes to metered word,

When all is written yet unheard?

And would you save a dance for me,

That we may swing in victory?

For surely this is quite a feat,

To rhyme duet in 8 count beat!

(D)

If they don't dance, we surely will,

For joy and mirth our hearts to fill.

We'll do a jitterbug and jive,

And folks will know we are alive.

We'll put a smile on ev'ry face,

They will try hard to keep the pace.

Our song and dance will wow them all,

They'll think we're at the 'Strutter's Ball'.

(S)

With great delight I take your hand,

And hear you say "Strike up the band."

As we head out upon the floor,

To dance to rythym four plus four.

When other poets see us swirl,

They'll want to grab a guy or girl.

To try and match our dancing form,

And soon it will be quite the norm.

(D)

While we are in this dancing mode,

Let's take our show out on the road.

Along the way we'll take a chance,

And hope the world will learn to dance.

This little rhyme is growing large,

But it's still smaller than a barge.

It is quite fun to talk like this,

And normal speach I do not miss.

(S)

Ok my friend I do agree,

Lets hit the road, the world to see.

I too find that I do enjoy,

This word duet 'tween girl and boy.

You take the lead I'll follow you,

My pen and yours have written true.

Step out and show the world just how,

A curtsey meets a manly bow.

(D)

I wonder if we should now post,

This thing of ours to Y A host.

I think this might be just the time,

To sing duet in metered rhyme.

And prove to all it can be done,

Wrote by us two, but neither one.

So as we write, our souls unite,

And warms us as the morning's light.

(S)

Your right, I think, my worthy friend,

What you have started I will end.

Post away, that Yahoots might read,

And from example plant a seed.

With wink of eye and sassy smile,

I bid adieu for just a while.

And thank you kindly for the chance,

To boogie to this eight beat dance.